ログインThe café was called Nonna Rosa, and it stayed open all night for taxi drivers and lost people.Isabella sat in a corner booth with her back against the wall and both hands wrapped around a cup of tea she did not want. The red vinyl seat was cracked, and a radio played softly behind the counter. Through the steamed window she could see the dark street, and somewhere beyond it, a gray van where Luca was listening to every breath she took.She had slipped out of the gallery through the kitchen, with Gentile sliding between her and the main hall so that Dante never saw her go. Now Leone sat across from her, stirring three spoonfuls of sugar into his coffee, and he said nothing for a long time."You followed me from Rome, Inspector," Isabella said at last, keeping her voice low, her fingers tightening around the cup. "Why?""Not you, signora. Your friend." Leone tapped the spoon on the rim of his cup, his tired eyes steady on her face. "I came to
The wire felt like a cold finger pressed against her ribs.Isabella stood at the entrance of the Waterline Gallery in Brooklyn, under a glass roof full of soft white lights, and tried to breathe normally. The thin black strip taped beneath her left breast scratched every time she inhaled. Her green silk dress hid it well, and a long wrap covered her belly, but she was sure every person in the room could hear her heart."Testing," a low voice said inside her ear. "Can you hear me, Bella?"It was Luca. He sat in a van two streets away with Carla Benedetti and a bank of screens, and the sound of his voice made her knees weaken for a second."Loud and clear," she murmured, lifting her champagne glass so no one could see her lips move."Gentile is the waiter by the east wall, and Paulo is the man in the blue suit near the sculpture," Luca said, and she could hear the tension under his calm. "If you say the word *red*, we come in, all of u
Riccardo's rooms looked like the home of a man who had never planned to leave.The bed was neatly made, and his suits hung in a perfect row inside the open closet. A half-finished cup of coffee sat on the desk beside a folded newspaper. Only the safe behind the headboard told the truth. Its heavy steel door hung wide open, and the inside was scrubbed clean as a surgeon's tray."Two guards on his door, both alive," Marco Gentile said, standing in the middle of the carpet with his arms crossed, his face hard. "The doctor says they were drugged through their evening tea.""Who made the tea?" Luca asked, running one finger along the edge of the empty safe."The kitchen girl, Don Luca," Gentile answered, shaking his head slowly. "She swears a man in a gray uniform brought the tray to her door and said it was for the east wing. She never saw his face."Luca turned slowly, and his eyes moved over the desk, the bed, the thick rug. Isabella s
Luca came home at dawn with the smell of the river on his clothes and no news in his hands.Isabella heard his boots in the corridor long before the door opened. She sat on the edge of the sofa in the east wing, still in yesterday's dress, with Fontana's papers hidden under a cushion beside her. The old man was asleep in the guest room down the hall. Gentile stood outside her door like a post.The door swung open, and Luca filled the doorway. His eyes were red, and the bandage on his neck had slipped, showing a thin line of blood."Rocco is gone," he said, pulling off his coat and throwing it over a chair. "My men tore apart six warehouses and two apartments, and he vanished into the smoke like a ghost.""Sit down, Luca," Isabella said quietly, rising with one hand on her back and taking his wrist. "You are bleeding.""I'm fine," he muttered. But he let her pull him toward the sofa, and that small thing, the way he did not fight her,
Marco Fontana arrived at the mansion in the dead of night, hidden in the back of a laundry van. Isabella waited for him in the east wing sitting room with the curtains pulled tight and a single lamp burning. After the funeral, Luca had given the burned-edged note to Gentile with one order, and Gentile had carried it to her without a word. *Whoever can read a forgery, find him.* It was the first time since the church that Luca had trusted her with something, and she had known at once whom to call.Luca was at the docks hunting Rocco, so Gentile had gone himself to fetch the old man. The door opened without a knock, and Gentile stepped in first, checking the hall over his shoulder. Behind him came a short, round man in a crumpled gray coat, with thick glasses, a faded bow tie, and a battered leather case clutched in both hands."Isabella, cara," Marco Fontana said softly, setting down the case and opening his arms. "Look at you. Look at what they have done to you."She crossed the room
The television in Dante's hotel suite showed the burned church for the fifth time.He stood in front of it with a glass of whiskey in his hand, watching the same dust and the same black smoke roll across the screen. A woman reporter stood on the broken pavement of a Brooklyn street, speaking in a shaky voice. *Three people are in the hospital, and police say the blast came from a floral arrangement left at the church door…*"Three," Dante said softly, his knuckles whitening around the glass. "Three people in the hospital."The picture changed to a shaky video taken from a phone, and for two seconds he saw her, a small figure in a black coat, lying under a man's body behind a hearse.The glass cracked in his fist. Whiskey ran down his wrist and onto the carpet, and he did not feel it. He hurled the glass at the wall, and it exploded in a shower of gold and crystal. Then he snatched his phone from the table, and his thumb stabbed the screen so hard that it nearly broke.The call was ans
Riccardo rushed in first when they arrived back at the mansion.Luca followed…slowly.A little too slowly.The strong and confident stride that defined him was gone, and his usual aura of dominance suddenly looked like a candle that was struggling to stay lit. Blood was still slowly flowing from hi
Luca had booked out the entire aircraft, making every other seat empty except for the two of them… and the men stationed discreetly behind the cockpit door.Isabella sat with her arms crossed, carrying a large frown on her face. She hadn’t spoken to him in over twenty minutes.Luca, who had been wa
The hotel room door clicked shut behind Isabella, locking out the hallway noise and the memory of the police station with it. She didn’t waste any time in kicking her heels aside, taking off her clothes, and heading straight into the bathroom. She needed water and silence, and she needed a moment w
Dante Romano was in his office, casually sipping red wine with a rare smile on his lips. The cigar he had just finished lay in a silver ash tray in front of him, letting out small wisps of smoke.Lucho Vestari, one of his most trusted enforcers, was standing on the other side of the office, watchin







